Procrustean Measures of Fortune

This one is older than most of the other poems I’ve posted in the Starry Messenger to date, but with all of the acrimony surrounding the Teaching Assistant strike at the University of Toronto, it seemed a timely piece. Having heard a bit of the backroom dealing that went on during the lead up to the decision I have to applaud the bargaining team’s integrity. There are major and systemic fault lines running through the administrative structure of academia at present, and for many years they have only been grinding harder against the very people whose daily efforts actually serve as the foundations of university life.

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